Nothing beats waking up with my baby boy screaming for his morning fix. Last night, we got the bed while Mommy slept on the couch. He's been taking short naps which seem to regenerate this energy that completely wipes me...us, out.
A lot of milestones keep popping out of nowhere. Crawling, sitting up, falling, and standing. He is standing before he gets the crawling down. First things first, get the crawling down, range of motion, multi-tasking with the arms and legs. Right now, he attempts to crawl, successful at times, but likely face plants. He's sitting up on his knees, popping up and down like he's going to shoot up or across the room.
Feeding him is quite a challenge. For a couple weeks now, the spoon goes in, and the spoon goes out, along with his sweet potato, or banana, or apple sauce. I seem some improvement, but the facial expressions are priceless. Don't give up, I tell myself.
Seven days ago, my birthday was very different. I didn't get to sleep in. I didn't take off work. I woke up normally as if it wasn't my birthday to change his diaper, feed him his milk. The routine wasn't going to change since it was my birthday, it was the fact that I was not only a husband, but a daddy that made me appreciate this birthday. I love my wife for giving me this gift. I think back to the movie Hook. The vision of my wife holding my son would give me that joyous feeling to make me fly.
Hopefully next time I could talk about the poopy diapers. :o]
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
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